Hetalia head cannons (short stories)

Headcannon 8 flight

The nations have a curse over them. When they fall in love with humans, they die a horrible untimely death.
People included; Jeanne D'arc, Amelia Earhart, Anastasia.

It was weeks since Amelia was suspected dead. America hadn't yet recovered from the guilt of putting her in danger. He knew better than loving a human. It was risky. He was sitting in a world meeting, grinning and laughing through the pain.
"Hey America, wasn't there that one lady who is flying the Atlantic Ocean?" England suddenly pointed out.
"Actually it's the Pacific Ocean." America corrected. "Well has she made it yet, aru?"
America grinned. "I need to go!" He said. Tears began to form in his eyes. He quickly turned around and began to prance to the door. "She didn't make it, did she?" Finland said.
America's hand was hovering over the door handle. Flashes of their last contact flew through his mind and his heart crashed with Amelia. He slowly sank to the ground. Staring at the door, tears running down his face. It didn't take long before he began to sob. "I knew better." He whispered. "And I failed her." The other countries stared at him with pity.  Before comforting the country.